Tag: mental health awareness

My mother raised me to be independent. She would often regale my siblings and I with stories of how she raised five kids, worked and provided all on her own. She would tell me the importance of being able to do things on my own. How mothers don’t need “breaks” from their kids. All of this has shaped my attitude…

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My Mind and I We have a complicated relationship. I love the way we weavetogetherwords creating worlds. Writing ourself into infinite lives. How it recalls my dearest memories. My favorite food. My best friends. Some of my best choices. Many of my worst mistakes. I love how it talks my heart out of doing dumb things. Reminding it what happened…

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I had a follow-up appointment with my doctor yesterday. It has been 9 months since I was sobbing in her office because I was tired of fighting with my mind. Now, as time passes, I remember less and less about the broken woman that I was. Everyone feels anxiety – that’s just life. And it’s not always bad. I mean,…

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When is the last time you took a vacation? Or even simpler – a day off work? Not because you had the flu. Or because you had an appointment. Or because you had car trouble and couldn’t make it. When’s the last time you a day off to just…be? To catch up on your DVR or your sleep. A day…

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I’ve been missing from my blog for a while. It’s not that I haven’t had anything to say. It’s just that I haven’t had the time or energy to write it. Between life and family and work and school, my schedule has been eating me alive. I’m over-extended and overwhelmed. And one of the biggest mistakes I’ve been making is…

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It’s been nearly six months since I began treatment for my anxiety and depression. Around the same time I started this blog to chronicle my experience with mental illness. Here’s an update on my mental health journey and the (not so) surprising reaction from my mom when she read my blog.

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I love my life, but there are days when I don’t want to exist. This feeling often surfaces with no rhyme or reason. It can happen whether or not I’ve had a bad day. In fact, most times when I feel this way, everything is going right. That’s the thing about depression. It can sneak up on you at the…